"Fire solves most problems. The problems it doesn't solve are usually the ones that kill you."
***
Rhys planted his feet wider. Shifted his grip on the spear. Tried to remember everything his father had taught him about fighting multiple opponents.
Keep moving. Use their size against them. Don't let them flank you. Control the distance. Make them come to you on ground of your choosing.
All advice that was useless when you were trapped in a tunnel with nowhere to run.
The walls pressed in on either side. The ceiling was low enough that he'd scraped his head on it twice during the goblin fight. Behind him was the stone barrier he'd raised to protect Jorik and Petra. In front of him was death in three forms.
His father had never taught him what to do when there was no way out. Maybe because the old man had never faced a situation like this. Or maybe because he'd known that some fights couldn't be won. Only delayed.
